Chapter 2: Literati and Confucians

As soon as the words fell, a pale blue figure came from far and near, stretched out a finger, and forcibly resisted Li Bai's tiger fist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Li Bai, I see that your skin is itchy, dare to touch my brother."

The person who came was dressed in a light blue robe, looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his aura was shaking at this time, as if Li Bai really had the intention of making a move, he would immediately withstand his stormy attack.

Li Bai's eyes were cold and terrifying, and he looked at the comer, but his immature little face was hideous and a little terrifying.

"Yes."

The teeth were trembling, revealing the words of murderous intent, and Li Bai's other hand was clenched into a fist, his eyes were cold, but they were burning with angry flames.

Looking at the cold killing intent of the young man in front of him, a chill flowed through the heart of the comer.

But after a while, Li Bai silently put away his aura, but the hideous terror before had turned into calm.

In the past ten years, Li Bai has endured discrimination and ridicule, but because of this, Li Bai's forbearance has been created.

The two in front of him are the sons of the second Shangshu family of the dynasty, whether the father is alive or not, he can't afford to offend, if he really does something to him here, he will definitely cause countless troubles for his mother, thinking of his mother, Li Bai's heart is soft, for his mother, for his family, he can only endure it!

Li Bai put away his emotions, sat down again as if nothing happened, and looked at the literature and history of the Tang Dynasty.

Looking at Li Bai in front of him, who almost suddenly restrained his inner emotions, the latter suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"This kid will really have power one day in the future, and he is definitely a dangerous person." The young man in the light blue robe said solemnly in the bottom of his heart.

"Qiao Wu, you really lived to be a dog, and you actually shot at an eleven or twelve-year-old child."

At this time, another person walked into the chamber, the person who came was dressed in white, with long black hair, sprinkled behind him at will, with a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and Confucianism and Confucianism all over his body, which made people see it and like it.

"Cut, Yu Fei, open your mouth and close your mouth to hang the word dog on your mouth, but it is really for your teacher, when you are one of the three divisions of the first product and one of the three divisions, Lord Sikong has a long face."

It turned out that the person who confronted Li Bai was named Qiao Wu.

Yu Fei was not angry at Qiao Wu's words, and said lightly.

"With a bully like you, pigs and dogs are not as good as others, it really makes me, a literati, can't help but burst into foul language."

"You... Qiao Wu was furious.

"Stop, this is a private school, please go out, I want to teach." Yu Fei didn't look at Qiao Wu, interrupted him with words, and then issued an expulsion order.

Qiao Wu also knew that this was a private school academy, not a place for himself to go wild, so he snorted, said a few words to his younger brother Qiao Wen, and then turned around and left.

After Qiao Wu left, Yu Fei straightened his face, looked at the few people who had just insulted Li Bai, and said in a serious manner.

"A few of you, you don't usually want to study literature and history, but you are naughty and mischievous, and you really think that I, a teaching gentleman, am easy to bully."

For Yu Fei's words, several people were very scared, the person in front of them was an apprentice of one of the three divisions of the dynasty, and it was definitely not as he said, just a teacher.

As a young talent from literature, it is very important to gain fame and fame, and it is also very important to learn art from teachers, especially in the Tang Dynasty, the civil and military competition of young people is very favorable, and even in these literati who have received a thousand years of poetry and book etiquette, four books and five classics, they have a stronger bottom line than martial artists, more stubborn thoughts, and a strict and fair attitude.

The young talents of the Tang Dynasty, the martial arts had to be trained in the army, but the literati taught in private schools, and they were also subject to the assessment and the strict review of the literati and Confucians.

The Confucian thought of the Tang Dynasty was deep-rooted, three from the four virtues, and the outline of the monarch and the minister, which is a truth that everyone must understand, but Qiao Wen and several people slandered the deceased British, especially the generals in the army who sacrificed their lives for the country.

In fact, Qiao Wen and the others only dared to do this secretly behind their backs, and would never dare to make such a gesture in front of Yu Fei.

Several people lowered their heads when they were reprimanded by Yu Fei, not daring to speak.

Yu Fei snorted, looked at Li Bai again, and still spoke out, impartial, fair and just, and upright.

"Li Bai, as a classmate, you almost made a move, almost causing a big mistake, what do you have to say about this."

Li Bai smiled bitterly when he heard this, but Yu Fei was angry for himself before, or Yu Fei was just a literati, because of justice, not for himself, but Li Bai was also grateful.

"Students are taught."

Li Bai stood up, folded his hands, bowed slightly, his attitude was modest, and his sincerity was good.

Yu Fei nodded, his eyes showed satisfaction and it was clearly visible, no matter what the person's background is, with this mentality, he will definitely be extraordinary in the future.

And the young man in front of him still has a very good talent.

Although Yu Fei is a literati, he knows a lot about martial arts, and martial arts are divided into many realms.

This first realm, the foundation realm, that is, the simple use of the aura between heaven and earth, that is, the path of martial arts, has just started.

The second realm, the primordial realm, the martial artists of this realm, can nourish the aura with themselves, and these aura can be born in the body for it to absorb and nourish the body.

The third realm, the realm of physical formation, has achieved a little in cultivation, and the physique is already very strong, which can create a solid physique for future martial arts.

The fourth realm, the spiritual opening realm, after the physical attainment, began to develop spiritual vision in the depths of the mind, which is also the so-called soul power.

The fifth realm, the Transfiguration Realm, can absorb essence and blood, transform ancient divine beasts, and have strong combat power.

The sixth realm, the cloud realm, as the name suggests, the strong people of this realm can step into the void, just like soaring clouds and mist, soaring into the sky, without the help of foreign objects.

Of course, there are still many realms going up, but for Yu Fei from the text, these are not important, so they are not remembered.

At this time, the room was already full of students, Yu Fei nodded, took out the paperwork, and tirelessly interpreted it, and the students below also listened attentively.

The morning of literature and history lectures ended quickly, and Li Bai packed up his books and left the private school.

As soon as Li Bai stepped out of the door of the private school academy, several people who slandered Li Bai immediately surrounded Qiao Wen and whispered.

"Brother Wen, that's it?" In the morning of literature and history class, these people didn't listen to it, and when they thought of the embarrassment of being intimidated by Li Bai's punch, several people were angry.

"Hmph, of course this is not the end, find a few brothers in the afternoon and educate this bastard well."

Qiao Wen snorted coldly, his face was pale, he was angry, and there was a hint of anger in his words.